#this accidentally turned into a drabble

[mega-ditto-3]

Mha fic idea (/drabble) #33

(Established bkdk🧡💚 with shenanigans)

The fic starts as all good established bkdk fics do:

With Bakugou screaming at an unbothered Todoroki.

Izuku wants to stop them, truly he does, but their fight- if it could be called that- is over a recipe that Shouto refuses to share.

"It's not mine to share," Shouto explains calmly for the hundredth time that evening, "Fuyumi found the recipe card, left by my mother's great grandmother. It's not meant to be given away easily."

"So only dead hags can eat fancy katsuobushi?! Give me a fucking break-"

"It's a family recipe, Bakugou." Shouto says, "You're not family."

Izuku's not sure why Kacchan is do adamant about getting his hands on the recipe. He wasn't there when the two had last visited the Todoroki residence. Just as Izuku thinks it's time he should intervene, Kacchan pulls the ultimate uno reverse card:

"Like hell I'm not-" He says, "Go get the prenup papers, I'll marry any one of your dumbass siblings."

Ignoring the.... everything wrong with that statement, Izuku is concerned- Since he and Kacchan are currently dating.

"Oh, really?" Shouto challenges, giving Izuku hope of reminding his boyfriend to his prior commitments, "How are you going to manage that? Natsuo and Fuyumi are already dating other people, I doubt they'd settle for you."

"I don't give a fuck, I'll marry you if I have to."

Izuku tries, "Um? Kacchan??"

"And who says I'd accept?"

"Please, you'd be lucky to have me- I'd make a wonderful husband!"

And their argument just kind of devolves from there. Kacchan pointing out all of the good qualities he has and slowly convincing Todoroki of his worthiness in the role. (Great cook, prefers a clean home, can hold him bridle-style with ease, amazing quirk, etc.)

All while Izuku quietly, or not so quietly, mourns all of the beautiful missed opportunities he's describing.

("Don't get in my way, Deku. I'd sell my mother to the LOV for this dish.")

By the end, Izuku is melting into a depressed puddle while Shouto at least seems interested in the idea...

"You do seem like good husband material..."

Izuku starts to panic, trying to decide between being happy for his two best friends vs shocked that they're both really going to go through with this before Kacchan even properly breaks up with him.

Then Todoroki turns to Izuku, a firm nod and a "He has my blessing."

And then he walks away.

Izuku flusters, realizing this was the plan all along.

Bakugou yells at Todoroki, calling him a coward for still not relinquishing the recipe.

Todoroki waves away the concern, telling him he'll give them the recipe as a wedding gift.

Izuku might die of embarrassment (or happiness) but he's mostly relieved that it's all over now.

Until Kacchan grabs his hands, and very seriously suggests that they leave right now to elope.

It's just a funny cute little fic idea.

[dourpeep]

being so used to hardass mean roommate kunikuzushi that when u come home really late one night for whatever reason ur shocked to find him crying in his sleep. and then comforting hin bc ydk what else to do. im normal about him.

- mean xiao (hi lol)

omg! Welcome back mean xiao anon!! You have been missed nodnod--I hope that you were able to get the peep you were trying to get (I've forgotten who idhfoiseh but I remember you were rolling for someone last time you were hanging out around here ehe)

AND ALSO ALSO ALSO are you excited?? It's finally time-

Scaramouche is coming home and all Scara wanters are going to be Scara havers def not because most Scara wanters have been waiting for years now and have been saving up since his initial appearance. some people's resolve scares me

But YES

gimme a moment I got side tracked again- (also going back after writing, I honestly intended to put more comfort but as you know roommate Scara has a mind of his own, so we'll just say that he and reader aren't really close yet)

Honey Milk Tea

Summary: You're tired, it's late, and your usually pain-in-the-ass roommate...is crying? Contains: Modern au, roommates, roommate!Scaramouche, fluff, comfort (??), awkward roommate situations, maybe a little bit of underlying feelings whether platonic or romantic-

You had to stay later for work again today.

Something happened and, for reasons that you'd rather be unaware of, the night crew called out (again, for the second time within a week), so you were stuck until your coworker could come in nearly three hours after your shift should've ended. A heavy sigh heaves, following the familiar gesture of your key turning in the door's lock, and you finally relax the moment you step into your apartment.

Unsurprisingly, it's dark.

Scaramouche likely retired a while ago, you note, considering that the clock’s hands are pointed decidedly at a time that you’d rather be in bed yourself.

With a stretch, you shuck off your shoes and coat. They’re set besides the entrance, and you know that you’ll get an earful later about leaving your stuff laying around, but the effort required to put them up in the entryway closet seems just a little bit too much to handle. You’ll make sure to apologize in the form of a cup of coffee if you manage to get up before him.

Though...you look at it one more time before deciding that you’re satisfied with the halfheartedly folded article of clothing.

It’s another minute before you finally walk into the combined living area and kitchen, and then another before you decide against a midnight snack despite the tempting idea of a quick meal to make your way towards the small hallway leading to the rooms. The longer that you spend awake, the longer that you’ll have to wait until you’re comfortable and asleep in bed, after all. Or, at least that the logic that you decided on tonight.

And then, you hear the soft sound of breathing.

There, on the couch, cheek pressed into the armrest and legs dangling haphazardly off, is your roommate. In the dimness of the apartment, you easily could have mistaken him for a stray blanket. But the closer you get (careful to take as quiet steps as possible) the easier it is to squint and see his familiar features.

He shifts, and for a moment you’re worried that you woke him, until he settles. Bangs falling from where they sat tucked behind his ear, he mumbles.

Huh.

Who knew he talked in his sleep?

“...breathe...”

You hold your own breath, hesitating in your spot when his brows scrunch up and his arm drags to rest across his forehead.

“...should breathe.”

Scaramouche’s expression shifts, the corners of his lips tugging down and you wonder about what he’s dreaming of. He must be, since he shows no sign of acknowledging you, right? His frown deepens while you’re left in your thoughts and, if you didn’t know better, you’d ask him what’s wrong.

But the silence continues and he shifts until he’s properly laid across the couch (good for him, you muse).

You know. You should probably go ahead and go to sleep yourself. Change out of your work clothes, maybe do a few stretches to relieve the ache in your back, and close your eyes. Except...you can’t seem to tear yourself away. Not when Scaramouche suddenly whimpers.

It’s a soft sound, pained and almost resigned. Like an eon’s worth of waiting only to be disappointed, but still being vulnerable enough for it to hurt.

His features relax, if only a bit, but the frown stays.

“...you promised...”

Suddenly, he looks hurt.

He turns on his side and his arm falls from his head down in front of his chest, fingers twitching.

It’s then that he starts to cry.

A tear beads and slips down from the corner of his eye, just enough to catch whatever meager light rests in the darkness, and wets the worn fabric of the couch. Another follows, and another.

And then, Scaramouche awakens.

He sits up straight, furiously rubbing at his eyes with white-knuckled fists even though the tears don’t stop. They continue to slip past.

“Shit. Shit-”

Tearing away from his face, he hits the back of the couch, eyes shut tight and teeth worrying at a wobbling lip he’d really rather not have. You could only imagine why, all things considered.

And you only imagined for a little bit longer before you were met with a furious glare.

“Why are you here? Go the fuck to sleep already.”

You didn’t want to ask, not that you weren’t curious. So, instead you offer a hopefully reassuring smile.

“Late shift. I had to cover for Jamie because they called out. Same with Bryce.”

The silence that follows is uncomfortable.

It’s weird to see your roommate so vulnerable—a few tears still streaming down his flushed cheeks from red and puffy eyes despite the clearly inconvenienced expression. Maybe it was the late hour, or perhaps the extra three hours, but you found yourself doing something you didn’t expect.

“...are you alright?”

He prickles at that, visibly. But then the tears start up anew and his shoulders shake in silence and he turns away to try to rid himself of them. 

“I know we don’t really talk much, but I’m always ready to listen if you need it. Really.”

Scaramouche shakes his head, pointedly keeping himself face away from you, but you see the way that his shoulders loosen.

The moment that his tears reduce to sniffles, he stands up.

It takes only about ten large strides for him to make his way across the living area to the kitchen sink. After a few splashes of cold water and a vigorous wiping with a handful of paper towels, he finally takes in a deep breath.

“There’s no need to waste words on something that’s in the past.”

The light turns on with a click and your apartment floods with light. Leaning against the counter with crossed arms, he still refuses to meet your eyes.

“It’s whatever. Do you want a cup, or not?”

Despite the underlying discomfort, Scaramouche forgoes your lack of an answer to fish two mugs from the cabinet, crossing over to fill the kettle with water and clicking the stovetop on. You watch as he grabs a box of chamomile from the side and sets a bag in each mug before tapping his fingers impatiently against the countertop.

The water comes to a boil much quicker than expected, and before you know it there’s a fresh, warm cup of honey milk tea pushed in front of you.

Nursing his own close to his face, Scaramouche watches you. He takes a sip.

“It tastes better when it’s still hot.”

“Oh--right, thank you.”

And it really does.

You take a deep drink, relishing in the light sweetness and comfort, missing the way that he seems to relax more at your acceptance, how he seems to not look away from you once. The drink is finished too soon for either of your liking.

When you thank him again, he shrugs it off, setting your cup besides his in the sink to deal with in the morning.

Soon enough, the lights flick back off and the two of you head down the hall to part ways.

It’s not until your door closes and he’s sure you’re occupied with getting ready for bed that he mutters a quiet thank you to the quiet hall. Tonight, he’s sure that his dreams will be sweeter.

Note: I like to think he's pretty bad at feelings so he goes about resolving things himself and by that I mean burying them in the form of making a cup of tea in hopes of calming his nerves

[courfee]

@jegulus-microfic | april 30 - sky | wc 100

“Have you ever thought about where the sky starts?” “What do you mean ‘where the sky starts’?” James pokes his hand up into the air above his and Regulus’ picnic spot. “Is this the sky?” he asks. “No, that’s just air.” “Am I in the sky flying on my broom?” “No, you’re flying towards it.” “So where does it start? How far do I have to fly to reach the sky?” “Are these really the things you want to talk about on our anniversary?” James lowers his hand and looks at Regulus. “With you? I want to talk about everything.”

[whumpsday]

I was thinking...what if current Kane accidentally hit Jim because he was startled? Maybe Jim would come up behind him when he's having an intrusion of bad memories, and Kane is so disoriented that he resorts to method he would have used in the past to protect himself. (He'd also be thinking that Jim was a hunter. Not Jim.)

this takes place years later than we're currently at. sometime in the middle between the present arc and Crunch. things are simply too tense right now for me to introduce kane accidentally hitting jim and it not being a major huge deal that would Affect things. things are more stable later.

i also didn't use most of the suggestions, esp bc kane wouldn't have used violence to protect himself from hunters so it wouldn't make sense, but i hope u like this!

content: recovery, accidental whump, whumper turned caretaker

-

Kane hummed as he grabbed a blood pack out of the fridge and put it in the microwave. Just for a little bit, just enough to make it a little warm. The pre-packaged stuff never tasted as good as fresh blood, especially the ethical blood Bellamy brought for him, but he liked to heat it up sometimes to give it a facsimile of being like fresh blood.

"Oh, you using the microwave?" Jim asked, entering the kitchen. Kane realized he happened to be preparing his daily meal at the same time Jim usually had breakfast, having woken up a little later than usual today.

"Yes, sorry, I'm almost done." Kane said sheepishly. He hoped Jim didn't realize he was heating it up for it to taste more like his own blood.

"Don't worry about it." Jim waved him off. "I'm not using it, I just need the stove. I can wait the thirty seconds."

Jim did start setting his little breakfast station up, in the meantime. And just as he reached over to grab a pan, Kane's blood packet exploded in the microwave with a BANG!

Kane startled with a yelp, pushing Jim away hard on instinct. And due to Jim leaning over, he happened to push him right in the face.

Jim had also been startled by the sound, but even moreso by the blow. He cringed backward, arms protectively covering his head, eyes wild with fear as the microwave beeped insistently.

"I'm s-sorry, sorry, d-don't hurt me, Kane, please, I'll behave." Jim pleaded timidly, cowering away.

Kane's heart broke in his chest, guilt permeating every fiber of his being. It was far from the first time Jim had said such a thing to him, but it had been many years since he last had.

He backed away, giving Jim space. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry, Jim. Are you okay?"

The look in Jim's eyes said he was in a different place. Kane had seen this happen a few times- he himself did it far more often than Jim did, but Jim did it occasionally, too. Despite it, he nodded shakily, going quiet.

Just like I trained him to, he thought, the guilt eating him alive. Jim deserved so much better.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Kane said softly, hoping he could make him feel safe again. "You're home, you're safe, it's okay, Jim. I won't hurt you, I'd never hurt you on purpose ever again, it was an accident. I'm so sorry."

Jim nodded again, tears welling in his eyes. Kane thought about grabbing a tissue and handing it to him, but Jim would likely react badly to being approached in this state.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stay or go?" Kane asked.

Jim hesitated. "If... if you're not going to hurt me... please don't leave? If, if that's okay?" he asked. "Um, plus, you need a new blood pack..."

At least he'd done something right at some point, if Jim wanted him around when he felt scared.

"Of course it's okay." Kane said. "I'm so sorry, Jim."

Jim shrugged, wiping the tears from his eyes as the shakiness began to pass. "It was an accident."

"That's not the only thing I'm sorry for."

"I know."

[blackjackkent]

No liveblog today (although I'll be streaming BG3 druid playthrough later), but here's some random character stuff I've been percolating on. I've commented before that none of the companions have really had any in-game commentary about Karlach and Hector finally getting together. But through the power of fic, we can fix that!

-----

Hector is sort of afraid Lae'zel will take it badly. She did, after all, express on more than one occasion an interest in..."tasting" him, and while he's quite sure that was purely in the interests of physical lust and not romance, she is very young, very fiery, and fully capable of sticking her sword through anyone she feels has wronged her.

To his surprise, though, she's remarkably matter-of-fact about it - in her usual blunt way. "Karlach speaks highly of your prowess, she'lak," she says without any warning or preamble, the sharp hiss of her voice melding with the scream of her blade on the whetstone.

Hector blinks, coming to a halt with his hand in one of the camp packs, where he has been fishing around for some of the dried meat they picked up the day before. "Oh," he says, somewhat thrown by this conversational opener. "Does she?"

She lifts the blade from the spinning stone and examines its edge thoughtfully. "The physical discipline of your 'monastery' has prepared you in all ways, it seems. Training worthy of a githyanki creche."

He coughs awkwardly. "I, ah...do my best to make sure she is satisfied, certainly."

"Oh, no doubt." The heavy rasp of her voice is dry as sandpaper, an uncrackable deadpan. It is hard to discern if she speaks from amusement or irritation. "Of course, to study only under one teacher is to see a muted view. Karlach's skills and yours both, I fear, suffer under a lack of practice. Should you wish to...expand your horizons, there is much, I am sure, that I could teach you of bliss."

Heat crawls up his neck to settle around his ears. "I...am well aware of your interest, Lae'zel," he says, his voice cracking just slightly. "But what I have with Karlach is...something rather beyond simple exercise." A pause. He feels oddly embarrassed, but why should he be? "I love her."

"Chk," she mutters, pressing the blade back to the grindstone. "Human sentimentality..."

He's about to turn away when he catches just the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. "Wait." He blinks again, and then grins. "You're messing with me, aren't you?" He didn't know she was capable of it.

"Your perception, as always, is incomparable," she says dryly. "A worm poked to see it squirm is the amusement of children - but an amusement it is, nevertheless."

-----

Wyll is sitting up one night, looking at the shadowlands' endless swirl of shadow in lieu of stars. Hector sits in companionable silence nearby, slowly attuning to a new quarterstaff.

After a little while, the Blade turns slightly to look towards him. "I wanted to say, my friend..." he says softly, "you have seemed quite happy of late. It is good to see."

Hector smiles wryly, absently tossing the staff in his palm in a slow rhythm. "Happy across the board might be a bit of an overstatement, given what we saw in Reithwin..." he says.

"Yes, yes, terrible shadow lands aside, of course," Wyll says with a quiet laugh. "I mean Karlach, of course."

"Ah." Hector's smile softens. "Yes. In that I am very happy indeed."

Wyll nods. "She's right for you, you know. Brings a light to your eyes." He hesitates. "I wasn't right for you, too. I see that now. It was...a momentary madness, the night I asked you to dance."

Hector glances at him sidelong. "You're a good man, Wyll," he says soberly. "I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

"And you didn't," Wyll confirms, squaring his shoulders slightly and rubbing at the base of one horn. "I...was afraid. I felt lost. And you were the only beacon I had to hold onto. I thought that meant something that it didn't - that you felt something that you didn't. But what I needed, truly, was your friendship, while I find out what it means to be me again."

"You'll have that, always," Hector confirms. A slight pause. "What if I asked you to teach me?"

Wyll looks startled. "What could I possibly teach a sage of Selune's archives?"

"Dancing." Hector resists the urge to smile sheepishly, keeping his expression completely earnest. "She...sings, a lot, when she thinks I'm not listening. Wherever that music's coming from...perhaps I should learn to dance to it."

Wyll hesitates a moment, and then his shoulders relax and he grins. "If you can fell those shadows out on that desolate moorland, I imagine you can handle a galliard. We'll see what we can do."

-----

Shadowheart has been very quiet towards Hector since his outburst towards her in the House of Healing. But he sees her watching him and Karlach often in camp, when they sit together by the fire before drifting off to sleep.

For his own part he is also hesitant to make the first overture of reconciliation - he's embarrassed about how he acted but also still angry and it has made for a confusing muddle of emotions. In the end, though, he is indeed the one who speaks first, one night when Karlach (sleeping off a particularly nasty wound) has gone to bed early.

"Need something?" he asks her, not unkindly, catching her eyes on him again through the smoke of the fire as she sits down across from him.

"Just thinking," she says, avoiding his gaze in favor of looking down at the flames. A long, somewhat awkward silence stretches. "How did you know?" she asks abruptly.

He blinks. "How did I know what?"

"That you loved her."

"Oh." He has to think about that for a moment. It came on so gradually. "I'm not sure." His instinct is to be reticent, draw away from the Sharran's questioning...and yet she seems to be asking in good faith, from sincere curiosity. "She told me one day, back in Grymforge, that her engine was getting worse. That it might be the end, if we couldn't find the mechanic. And I realized the world that lay down that path was far too empty for my liking."

She considers this in silence, prods one of the logs deeper into the fire with her boot toe. "I see."

Another long pause. "We don't--" she begins, then stops, tries again. "It's not encouraged."

Hector grunts. "Your Lady's passion for a blank world of shadow leaves little room for such things, I imagine," he says.

She shrugs.

"Well," he adds after a moment, "it wasn't encouraged at the monastery either, to tell true."

"Really?" Her tone is automatically disdainful but her eyes have drifted back to him with sudden focus.

He hesitates. "Where your Lady looks for emptiness, mine looks for...self-reliance," he finally says slowly. "Which is itself...not conducive to..." He trails off. "I have not ever felt this way before."

She studies him through the smoke thoughtfully. "There are many kinds of solitude, aren't there?" she finally murmurs. "And our Ladies truly are sisters after all..."

She frowns, then stands up abruptly. "I'm happy for you, Hector. I am capable of it, you know."

He tilts one eyebrow up, bemused. "I never doubted you were."

She nods sharply. She seems almost as perplexed by her own behavior - and whatever thoughts are going on behind it - as he is. "Good," she says curtly. "Good night."

-----

"There he is, our romantic hero of the hour!" Astarion smirks, expanding his arms like a showman barker on a stage. "Miraculously unsinged and, dare I say it, as unwound as a pocket watch in a mausoleum."

Hector rolls his eyes at the elf, trying to ignore the playful gibes as he moves past Astarion's tent.

Astarion, of course, is the consummate hunter, not so easily shaken loose from his prey. His grin widens teasingly, seeing Hector's discomfiture -- it's not malicious, particularly, but like Lae'zel, he is enjoying seeing the usually buttoned-up monk squirm. "Well, go on, don't leave us in suspense. Was it everything you hoped for? Nothing important burned off?"

"It was lovely," Hector says over his shoulder. "It was also none of your business."

"Oh, darling, everything is my business," Astarion says brightly. "We're all in this together - isn't that what you keep saying? Perhaps next time we should all open up the tadpole lines while you're--"

"Don't even think about it," Hector says, suddenly sharp, turning back towards him fully.

Astarion's head snaps back and he looks slightly startled at the unexpected burst of irritation. "No," he says, more seriously, a flash of the sincerity that Hector can sometimes sense lurking under the surface of his cocky facade. "I wouldn't, of course. Your mind is your own. But you can't begrudge me a little curiosity!"

Hector's expression relaxes. "I can, I do, and I will," he says dryly with the hint of a grin.

"Hmph." The vampire's smirk is fixed back in place, and he gives Hector a lascivious wink. "Well, lucky as Karlach may be, we had our little moment first, you know. Delectable. I think I will count that as a victory for myself."

Hector flushes slightly, involuntarily putting a hand to his neck where the two miniscule puncture scars still sit under his jaw. Astarion laughs. "Don't worry, darling - your secret is safe with me."

-----

"In softest spring climbs light from shadows fall'n,/love's sweet warm bliss arising from the snow/and turning chill wind's touch to light caress/'til all is joy, and fear is long forgotten."

Gale quotes this piece of poetry with a mildly sardonic air, given that he is speaking while clambering his way through a bit of shadow-touched air so thick that even the pixie's light is struggling against it.

"Very pretty," Hector comments. "Something you wrote?"

"Hah. Hardly," Gale grins. "That is from Doreth Halamar's Canticle of Sune - a rather extraordinary work if you have never had occasion to indulge yourself in it. A celebration of love in all its forms, in a series of five volumes; that one, specifically, marks a digression into an extended metaphor regarding the movement of winter into spring, as analagous to the rising of a new love." He purses his lips thoughtfully, squinting into the dimness. "If you ask me, I think Halamar belabors the point about forty-five stanzas too long, but who am I to question the wisdom of such a master craftsman of the written word?"

Hector hides a grin. "And what brought it bubbling up out of your brain just at present? We have not felt further from spring in a long time."

"I have always said, Hector," Gale says, taking on the professorial air that always heralds his more bombastic rhetoric, "that if a man is not provided light, he would do well to remember that which he can muster within himself. Halamar's words are the quintessential reminder of the inevitable truth that the sun will rise again - a reminder more imperative now than ever."

His lips twitch. "That - and you and our tiefling companion are making quite a spectacle of yourself lately, so I thought you might appreciate a bit of artistic commentary."

"Spectacle?" Hector looks amused. "A few kisses hardly counts as spectacle."

"Oh, please." Gale smirks. "If you think your constant glances in her direction are anything even remotely in the neighborhood of subtle, I have a bit of disagreeable news for you."

Hector pauses, turns more fully towards the other man. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were upset with me, Gale," he says, tilting his head questioningly.

"Why?" Gale lifts his eyebrows mock-ingenuously, his smile fading. "Because you have found a tract of happiness in these barren wilds while I, itinerant explosive, wend my way towards a death ordained by the only creature I ever loved? What possible cause could I have for resentment?"

The sarcasm is unexpected, uncharacteristic, and Hector takes a sharp step back as if slapped. Almost immediately, though, Gale frowns, then shakes his head and looks away. "I'm sorry," he goes on. "You...did not deserve that." A slight pause. "I found myself caring for you very much, and after our interlude together in the Weave I thought you might feel the same. It was...a hope of a lonely mind, and one that was misplaced. I hope you will forgive me."

Hector hesitates. "I think perhaps I ought to ask you to forgive me," he says quietly. "There were-- and still are-- many steps along this path that I have not handled as I should have. I was...very confused for quite some time, and very afraid, and perhaps my actions betrayed too much."

Gale looks at him in silence a moment, then glances back down the path where Karlach is just clambering over a fallen log. "We should all be lucky enough to find our way to such certainty one day as you now possess," he says gently. "And for that...my friend...I am truly happy for you."

-----

"Copper for your thoughts, Soldier?" Karlach is half-asleep against him, her head resting on his shoulder against the slant of his chest; her voice is drowsy as her eyes flicker open to see him wide awake and staring at the ceiling of the tent.

"Nothing particular," he says, brushing his fingertips idly through her hair. "I was thinking how lucky I am."

"Mm. Smoothtalker," she mumbles.

"I'm serious," he says, rolling over carefully so he can keep his arm supporting her head while turning to face her.

She comes a little more awake and looks at him curiously, tipping her head forward until their foreheads touch. "What's on your mind, Hec?"

A pause. "We've been through so much. It hardly seems fair that you and I are so happy, amidst it all. I think...we've a lonely little group." He frowns a little. "I hope the others all find someone like you, one day."

"There was a time when I would have taken that as a suggestion to branch out," she says with a yawn. "Luckily, I have my hands full with just you." She chuckles, stretches lazily and snuggles back into his chest. "I told you before - you worry too much, Hec. Maybe they don't have this, not right now - but they en't alone. You've seen to that."

He nods slowly. "Yes. You're right, certainly."

"Course I am." She pokes his chest gently. "Now go to sleep, Soldier. Don't make me knock you out."

"As if you could," he murmurs with a slight smile, letting his eyes drift shut.

[kingspuppet]

Due to the environment and trauma that Goro was brought up with he had to mature very quickly. For his mother's sake there was no time to be a child, and the harsh reality that followed her passing would only serve to harden the shell that he was slowly building around himself. No adult wanted to deal with a whining child anyway. He'd either be reprimanded or ignored, bullied and unwanted by the adults (and even some of the kids) that were supposed to protect him. Showing any signs of weakness, emotional or otherwise, was deemed undesirable. It didn't matter what kind of meltdown Goro was having or the reasons behind it, because every time it was met with annoyance and anger. Due to this it was never a matter of if they would discard him, it was only a matter of when. It was a pattern that he came to expect, and he stamped out any trace of hurt that came with it. Goro had to grow and accept that he was a burden to everyone, and in doing so meant becoming independent. There was no one else he could rely on and absolutely no one he could trust. This realization coupled with the continuous heartbreak and trauma to his heart made donning a mask of a grown, self-sustaining, matured adult all too easy. No one looked beyond his appearance to the rotting structure beneath anyhow. As long as the real Goro was buried six feet beneath in the darkest depths of his gaping, rage filled heart his presence was tolerable to the world. Unfortunately, his best attempts at maintaining physical maturity couldn't ever make up for his lack of emotional maturity. Anger became a second skin as if it were armor. It was comfortable and easier to deal with than pain, loss, sadness, and even love. Complex puzzles and cases were fun, but complex emotions were foreign and terrifying. He lashes out at others, at himself, in an attempt to manage the intense emotions he's not equipped to deal with. It's the only way he knows how to handle these moments so he doesn't shatter like a broken mirror. Even if it doesn't make him feel better about himself or the situation it at least gives him a semblance of control. It's better to know that he's making choices for himself and that no one will ever get the chance to hurt him first again. After all, no one can torment you if you don't let them close enough to try. For Goro, it's easier to be angry to protect the tiny child that lingers, frightened, within him.

[calamitysshatteredson]

What if Lazard never kept any secrets from Sephiroth, neither of his past, nor of his future plans?

Lazard finally surrendered with a grumble, removing his glasses to rub his tired eyes. They'd been at it for hours again, going through paperwork, records, comparing sources for every little hint of where President Shinra's money was going. One of many things they needed to be fully aware of before they could act. Determined though he was, and even with the help who was keeping him company on the other sofa while making notes in a good old-fashioned paper notebook, he was only human. The thought made him chuckle quietly.

"Mm, it's past 2:00 AM." Sephiroth informed him, glancing up. "Should get to bed."

Slipping his glasses on again, the director opened his mouth to argue, but one tiny raise of a single silver eyebrow silenced it. He had to laugh quietly at that as well, carefully closing folders full of photocopies and saving files on his private laptop. "I suppose I haven't your stamina."

"Not in matters of being able to stay awake for days, in any case." Sephiroth deadpanned, closing his own notebook with a decidedly final thwap of pages. "There's time. We agreed to pace ourselves so we don't miss anything."

"And this is the third night this week we're up this late, I know." Lazard stretched his arms over his head. "We're both awful at this pacing ourselves thing."

"Speak for yourself." The SOLDIER teased again, finally getting up and walking over to sit at Lazard's side, helping to re-organize the paperwork into the system they both knew so well. "Genesis says there's no movement in any particular direction amongst the other Firsts yet, and Angeal's-- A little less grumpy than usual."

The blond rolled his eyes, apparently using the movement as excuse enough to roll right into Sephiroth's side. "We've yet to uncover who's been funding the terrorist group, however. That's one piece of information I'd prefer to have before we expose Shinra to the world in full."

"Not to stop them, I assume." Sephiroth ever so gently plucked the computer from Lazard's grasp before he could think to go over his notes again. It was late, and despite being able to go without sleep for long periods of time, he very much preferred not to.

Huffing at the laptop grab, Lazard didn't make any particular move to fight it. "Could be an ally. And we could use all that we can get."

The SOLDIER hummed agreement, giving the matter another moment's thought before dismissing another hour spent awake. "Come on, to bed with us. We both have to be at the office bright and early, and looking like we haven't spent the night on the same couch."

"We haven't." Lazard protested; and protested further with a grunt when Sephiroth finally stood up and offered him a hand, but accepted. "We got nothing done that night."

"Not quite true." He knew that if he hadn't been holding the blond's hand, he'd have gotten not-entirely-gently punched in the arm.

[chopshajen]

I really need to get over myself and post more stuff so here goes

Design update for Janos! Someday I’ll post what they looked like originally too LOL.

They used to have long hair but cut it as a part of a disguise while traveling through the Dwendalian Empire, a country they’re wanted in (for a myriad of reasons, some of which are actually their fault). After a series of pretty unlucky events, Janos was captured by the Empire and tortured for the location of the rest of their party. The party came to bust them out of jail very quickly, all considered, but the damage was done. Luckily it’s mostly cosmetic, if you don’t count the mental trauma.

Despite magical healing being available in this setting, scarring can still happen, dependent on how severe the wound is, how quickly it’s treated, and how much time/magic is invested in fixing it. The torturer repeated downed and healed Janos only to down them again, so I figured the repeated attacks would’ve resulted in some permanent scarring. I have a drabble about what they went through which I might post…maybe

Janos has a giant, intricate tattoo of a tortoise shell on their back, representing their barbarian totem animal (the horizonback tortoise) and it got all sorts of fucked up by the scars. So watch out Parson Pellinost, Janos has yet another reason to really, really hate you.

[lavenoon]

And he's just standing there, elevator music playing in his head as far as the world can judge

Pffft hahahaha, poor Horizon is just trying to process another Eclipse Animatronic.

Neon Eclipse: Does anyone else hear elevator music? Agent Viper: No, I hear it too. Thought I was imagining that. Horizon Eclipse: somehow playing elevator music from his voice box

Thank you for this wonderful image

: )

- Agent Viper

And on the side, you have Agent Neon wheezing at the entire thing too <3

Not canon because I'm not quite so mean to the boy, but you know those calls where you're on hold to boring music and every now and then some automated voice goes "Please stand by, we'll be with you shortly. Thank you for your patience" - imagine that, too, as he buffers FHDJS

In other news my brain is entirely fried from work but like hell I'll let that stop me

[big-daddy-moth]

What's he here for? Who's to say. But apparently Vox is very adamant about yanking Val down all of a sudden and pressing a warm, lingering kiss to one of his temples. Before he lets go, he might even press another, much shorter kiss to the same spot to drive the point home. Whatever point it is that he's trying to make.

Aaaaand then he's off again. Like it never happened.

Val is looking down as he feels a hand on his arm while he was taking selfies wearing Vox's stolen layers. Not that a jacket and vest was much...but he couldn't exactly wear them--

Okay the vest was easier-- as long as he didn't wear anything else under it.

"hm?"

Oh-- right.

He had stopped walking. Of course Vox caught up. He sighed. He was getting bored playing keep away anyway.

"Fiiiiiiiine~ you caught me." He sighed, "so I tried on your clothes big deal, I don't see what the fuss is about-- it's not like they're ruined or anything--"

YOINK

Oh-- he's going down, what the hell --

Chu.

That was...

That's a kiss. A sudden kiss to his temple out of no where. No reason...no warning.

Just a...random...?...Kiss?

He turned slightly to try and question the Moljul on this sudden action--

But before he could get a word out, he was surprised with another one?

Annnnnnnnd there he goes. Off. No further words. No yelling at him no fighting him for his clothes back--

What the hell?

He could feel his un beating heart pounding in his chest...hear it even...which his anttanae wiggled in response to the sound.

He felt a sudden sense of dread through him...

Of...of fear--

What if--

"What if he was just-- gone?"

"W-Wait..."

"You could no longer see him...no longer hear him...no longer feel him...no longer hold him...just GONE."

"V-Vox...?"

His voice comes out in a soft waver, before his heart is pounding louder--so loud it feels like it's drowning out his sound. His vision is blurring even worse than it usually is--

Panic sets it, fearing he wasn't being heard...so he screams.

"VOX!!"

...and there he was, arm out stretched, holding onto the moljul's wrist with trembling fingers...panting nearly out of breath as though he had just run high speed on heels --

Had he?

Blurred vision readjusting itself to focus and refocus on the soft blue glow of the moljul's screen.

...There he was.

Arms wrapping around him tightly, pulling him back, closer, while hands cupped the edges of the screen, thumbs softly stroking through the static of the image that was his face, allowing a shock to run through him when he pressed his lips to the other's. Yead, it made his color fluff up a little...but he didn't care. He pulled back a little, the initial shock did hurt a little...but the static was much softer when he pressed in for the second one.

[diddybok]

Request: Skz accidentally finding out one of reader’s kinks… could be a drabble or text! <3

oh my god…yes. happy birthday to me😌

18+ below the cut peeps

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: hyung line x gn!reader

➩genre(s): smut

➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, kinks: hair pulling, spit, choking, humiliation. penetration (not specified what hole. this one is for all the delulus out there)

➩author’s note: yeah, smut. just nasty smut. mAy have gotten carried away with this. mAy have had some revelations. mAy be chronically down bad for hyunjin after this…and EYE wrote it.

➩part(s): next

chris | hair pulling | 0.9k (955) words

You were laying on the bed next to Chris. You watching the newest installment of the Bridgerton series, and he playing Pokemon Go. Your friends and the boys constantly tease the two of you saying that you act like a couple when really you aren’t. Chris gets annoyed, much more than he likes to admit, at the constant allegation. However, you don’t pay it any mind. If anything you add fuel to the fire. 

Ping…ping…ping

You groan loudly and press pause on your show. 

“If you could be so kind to turn the ringer on your phone off? I’m trying to watch a sexy scene and your pinging is taking me out the moment!” You say turning your attention to Chris, his eyes still glued to the screen. 

He just hums in response but makes no move to flip the switch on the side of his phone. 

Ping…ping…ping

He chuckles lowly before swiping the notification up to continue his battle. You crawl over to him and snatch his phone from his hand. It seems you will have to see for yourself just who is blowing up his phone. 

“Y/n give it back!” He reaches over to grab the phone but you turn your whole body away from him, laughing as you curl up tightly trying to read the notifications. 

“My my my, who is Aaliyah?” You gasp dramatically. “I miss you so much baby, can’t wait ‘til I can see you again, need you bad Channie” You mimic in a high pitched voice. 

“Y/n I’m serious just give it back!” He growls. It has now turned into a scramble of sorts. You underneath, curled up in a foetal position. Him, on top as he tries to pry your body open to retrieve his phone. 

Chris accidentally releases his grasp on you and in that moment you roll from underneath him.  Planning to escape out of his room, you hastily make a move to climb off the bed. 

It all happened so quickly. The grab. The noise. The drop of the phone. The awkward silence. 

In your attempt to flee, Chris had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you back. You could have wailed, could have screamed, but you did neither. No, what you did was far worse. 

You had released a guttural moan. 

You. Moaning because Chris pulled your hair. 

Neither of you dared to speak, nor look each other in the eyes. You were embarrassed to say the least. Your best friend had just discovered that you have a hair pulling kink. He on the other hand took one too many deep breaths to calm himself. He has never heard you make a noise like that before. Much less because of him. 

“I, ahem- your phone. I’m sorry…you can have it back.” You say keeping your eyes glued to his bedsheets as you slide the phone over to his leg. 

You go to retract your hand quickly so that you can go get a glass of water to cool yourself down. He grabs your wrist almost instantaneously. Not letting you get far at all. 

“Look at me.” He demands. You do as he says, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his. You don’t have to look down at his chest to detect the way it rises and falls heavily. 

He gently runs his hand all the way up your arm, an agenda clearly on his mind. You’re frozen in place as you feel his hand creep to the nape of your neck, his fingers spreading wide as they make their way into your hair. 

Without warning, he tugs your head back harshly causing another involuntary moan to fall from your lips. A soft gasp is released from Chris, clearly enjoying the way you react to the action. 

You guess that’s how you found yourself in this predicament. Knees no doubt bruising as you take Chris’ cock repeatedly down the depths of your throat. 

His hand was embedded deeply into your hair, gripping it tight and using it as a leverage to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Fuck~ just like that Y/n. Mm, m’gonna use you as my personal fuck toy. Forget all the other girls I see. Just pull your hair whenever I need you huh? I don’t know why I didn’t think about it earlier.” Chris says more to himself than to you, releasing a small whine. 

The picture that this will leave in your mind is sure to be one that will fog your brain for the next couple of months at least. You never really thought about Chris in this way. Perhaps in the beginning stages of your friendship, but it quickly went away when you found out he was a manwhore. 

Nothing wrong with that of course, you never had any reason to judge him for it. But god if this is what you were missing. You most definitely would not mind being his personal fuck toy. Platonically of course…

Your eyes are currently watering, as you gag and swallow. Making Chris grip your hair tighter making you moan. That was the breaking point for him as he unloads into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to waste a single drop. 

He releases his hold on you, slowly pulling out of your mouth before slapping the tip on your cheek a couple times.

You look up at him, your glossed over eyes making him coo at you as he strokes your head softly.

“I hope your head isn’t too sore yet, ‘cause I’m gonna use it to fuck you back onto my cock, okay?” Chris says with a devilish smile. 

Forget the sexy scene on television, you’re currently living in the sexiest one of all!

minho | spit | 0.6k (673) words

You and Minho are getting ready for bed after a long day of camping activities. You’re going back home from Korea tomorrow night so you wanted to spend as much time with your best friend as you could. 

Even if that meant agreeing to do whatever he says for the last few days you shared together. Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. You went fishing and caught a fish. You learnt how to build a campfire from scratch. Went kayaking and almost tipped it over. Let Minho spit in your mouth—

Wait, what?

You shake your head to come back to reality. Minho swirls water around in his mouth before spitting it out into the sink. 

He wipes his mouth as he looks up at you, your gaze seemingly transfixed onto his mouth. 

He still tastes the toothpaste in his mouth so he leans back over the sink about to spit, but then he looks up at you. Holding your unwavering gaze. 

He spits slowly, the saliva descending down into the sink. As it disconnects, he licks his bottom lip smirking at you.

You watched the whole ordeal, obviously. Which explains why you suddenly squeeze your thighs, shifting from one foot to another. 

“Either I’m living in a dream right now, or you, Y/n, are simply filthy.”

“Huh?” You say blinking rapidly. 

“Huh? Huh?” He mocks, walking over to you. 

What is wrong with you? Snap out of it! That is your best friend, you definitely should not be thinking about him spitting in your mouth as you get pounded by his dick. 

“I can practically hear your thoughts. That or you’re speaking aloud.” He smirks, now inches away from your face. 

It seems you finally regain consciousness as your hands claw at the sheets. Minho pummels you from behind at a relentless pace, making you drool. 

You hear him chuckle, his hand falling beneath your chin to catch any saliva before bringing it up to smear on your mouth. 

His hand moves to the underside of your jaw, forcing your head back. Your view of him now upside down as he doesn’t slow the pace. 

“Are you gonna admit that you’re a filthy little slut who likes spit?” He teases, smiling down at you. 

You can only mewl in response, he’s got you going dumb and he certainly enjoys it.

Bringing his hand up to your cheeks, he squeezes gently. Getting you to open your mouth. You do, even going as far to stick your tongue out. 

“Oh look how obedient you are.” He spits into your mouth. His hold on your jaw releases as he moves that hand to cup your chest, hoisting you up so your back, though arched, is against his chest. 

He fucks up into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fill the tent. Those other poor people are no doubt just trying to enjoy their family camping trip, and here comes the two of you; unapologetically loud as shit. 

“M-Minho…m’close.” You whine. He just chuckles in response, stroking that sweet spot inside of you to push you over the edge. 

It isn’t long before you’re quivering on him, your body already becoming limp as your eyes roll into the back of your head reaching that sweet release. Before you can lavish in the feeling, you’re pulled off of him and he guides your head back to his pelvis. 

“You’re gonna swallow every last drop I give you m’kay? No spitting this out sweetheart.” Minho says as he moans. Pumping himself faster as he unloads his seed into your mouth which you gladly swallow. 

He uses the tip of his cock to smear any remnants of his climax on your lips. He smiles down at you, praising you for doing such a good job whilst also saying how dirty you are. 

This will certainly make your relationship with him all the more questionable. Let’s hope it won’t be the only thing that clouds your mind on the flight home!

changbin | choking | 0.8k (898) words

You and Changbin are in the park having a cutesy little picnic. You may or may not have forced him to come with you since your other friends cancelled at the last minute and you had prepared so much. It’s good that you and Changbin are so alike because neither of you like to waste any food. 

You have both been snacking on some grapes, when you look down and see there is only one left on the vine. Quickly whilst his attention was elsewhere, you pluck the grape from its vine. 

You turn your head as you go to put the grape into your mouth, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you. 

“You swear you’re like a ninja.” Changbin laughs as you turn to look at him with squinted eyes. He just shakes his head, his other hand held out awaiting the grape. 

You look at his hand, the grape, his hand again and then back up to his face. 

“If you think I’m giving you this grape, then you are surely mistaken.” You say, you’re tone curt. 

Changbin looks at you, before shaking his head overzealously. You look at him confused. 

“Why are you shaking your head at me?”

“Sorely.”

“What?” 

“You said surely mistaken. It’s sorely mistaken, doofus.” He says before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 

You look momentarily taken aback, a quiet ‘oh’ coming out of your mouth before you look at Changbin’s laughing state. 

“For that, I’m taking the grape.” He says, plucking the grape from your hand and putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew it teasingly in your face, closing his eyes as he does so. 

Successfully irked, you lunge towards him from your seated position. Unfortunately for your lacklustre skills, he easily manoeuvres you so that your back is against his chest as his bicep and forearm enclose your throat. 

He squeezes playfully, well aware that the two of you are in public. 

“Nice try, munchkin. You’re gonna have to be faster than that.” Changbin gloats. 

You bring your hands up to hold his arm, your hands barely able to enclose his whole forearm. You try to pry his arm off but it’s to no avail as he doesn’t budge. 

He squeezes tighter, his mouth moving closer to your ears. 

“You know I’m not even trying right?” He teasingly whispers into your ear. 

“Bin unhand me.” You plead. 

“What, you’ve given up already?”

“If you squeeze my throat any tighter, I am not responsible for the…sounds that will come out of me.” You say tapping his forearm. 

Changbin’s eyes widen slightly as he realises what you meant. He releases you and you crawl back to the other side of the picnic blanket, fixing your outfit and your hair, pretending like you didn’t say what you just said. 

“You mean to tell me that me choking you was turning you on?” He asks with genuinity. 

You turn to him, shrugging a little. The way you act so nonchalant clearly has an effect on him as he tries not to get turned on himself. 

It didn’t work, for either of you, as you find yourself in the back of his car sitting on his legs as his fingers pump viciously in and out of you. 

“Shh, you gotta be quiet. Don’t want people to start getting suspicious.” Changbin speaks into your ear. 

You do your best to be quiet, but you don’t trust yourself so you put a hand over your mouth. 

“Fuck you’re gripping my fingers so tight. Mm I can’t wait to ruin you. ‘Cause I’m gonna. Yeah, fuck you clenched when I said that. Want me to ruin you, don’t you my sweet?” Changbin purrs. 

Your other hand grips his thigh, the coil within the pit of your stomach starting to tighten. You remove your hand from your mouth as your breath starts to quicken, small whines being released here and there. 

“Bin, I can’t hold it.” You whine. 

“You don’t have to hold it sweetness. Come for me.” He says his hand going to your neck and pressing on the sides of your throat. 

The restriction of air and the squeeze of his hand mixed with his fingers has you seeing stars. Your moan caught in your throat as you orgasm. The lack of air prolongs your release and unfortunately for Changbin, you make a mess all over the backseat of his car. 

He smiles as he watches you get lost in the pleasure. He loosens his grip on your neck and relishes in your pants as you try to catch your breath. 

“Well I’m going to need to deep clean my car, but it was so worth it.” Changbin says, rubbing you through your high and placing a soft kiss to the side of your head. 

You move yourself off of his lap, momentarily looking out the window to see if there were any wanderers that got too curious. Taking a deep breath your eyes meet Changbin’s and he looks at you with a sweet, unwavering smile. 

“What’s that look for?…” 

“Oh nothing, just thinking about all the places m’gonna fuck you when we get back to mine.” Changbin says, his smile widening even more. 

Oh wow, you’re in for a long night ahead of you. Better hope those grapes gave you enough energy for the rest of the day!

hyunjin | humiliation | 1.4k (1446) words

Hyunjin is teaching you part of his dance routine in the studio. You were bored, and teaching somebody helps him to recount the steps. 

For the most part, you were able to keep up with him. Picking up the steps with ease until there was a particularly hard move. 

You can see the frustration building on Hyunjin’s face as you keep messing up this step. The one he tried to teach you fifteen minutes ago…

“Y/n no. Lift your arm like this, this.” He says demonstrating the correct way to do it. 

You copy the motion. You think that you are nailing it and that he is just being too pedantic which explains his elongated sigh. 

“Hyunjin, I don't know what you think I’m doing wrong. I’m literally doing it the way you do it!” You say, now getting frustrated at him and his perfectionist ways. 

He looks at you through the mirror, scoffing and doing the dance move how you did it. Clearly over-exaggerating the way you did it. 

“Does that look right to you? No, it doesn’t. It’s not even a hard step Y/n and you’re struggling to do it.” He says, walking back over to the laptop to replay the song. 

This is embarrassing. You should feel embarrassed. Yet you hide a smile. There’s something about the way Hyunjin gets riled up and then proceeds to belittle you for clearly not being a professional dancer like he is. 

Ridiculous isn’t it?

“Okay let’s go from the top.” Hyunjin says, counting the both of you in. 

The song plays and you both dance to the rhythm. Everything was going swell until you purposefully messed up a move that you know you have no trouble doing. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

You wish you could take a mental picture of Hyunjin’s scowl and print it out. He looks at you, almost pitiful as he turns down the music, his hands on his hip as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. 

“What are you fucking inept or something? What’s going on? You don’t know your left from your rights? Hm? You need me to teach you the alphabet whilst we’re at it?” Hyunjin taunts, now walking towards you. 

You say nothing, looking up at him with eyes as innocent as you can get them. 

“Cat caught your tongue? Or have you just become so dumb that you can’t even speak anymore?” Hyunjin speaks lowly, backing you into the full length mirror. 

He raises a single eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say something. He huffs out a laugh when he realises you’re not going to respond, but rather cower beneath him. 

You really are spoiled aren’t you? It seems it is so because you got whatever you wanted from this. One moment he pinned you up against the wall, you shoving your tongue down his throat. Then he was shoving his dick down your throat. And now here you are, on all fours, forced to watch as he thrusts harshly into you from behind. 

“This what you needed hm? You just needed to be fucked didn’t you. Naw, dumb baby’s just too stupid to ask for what they want so they decide to piss me off instead huh?” Hyunjin grunts landing a smack on your backside. 

You moan embarrassingly loud, jolting forwards slightly as you feel the impact of his hand on your flesh. 

The song plays in the background adding to the already sexual tension that is in the dance studio. 

Hyunjin stops thrusting, looking at you in the mirror as you stumble a little. The rhythm of thrusts throwing you off as your hips stutter in their movement. 

“You’re gonna fuck yourself on my dick to the beat of the song. See if you’re not completely useless. It would be wise not to piss me off further so if you do a good job, maybe I’ll be nice.” Hyunjin says crossing his arms. 

You wait to see if he was bluffing, looking back at him only to be met with a raise of his eyebrow. You turn back around, meeting his gaze in the mirror. You tune your ears to the song and start throwing it back to the beat. (y’all why this make me bust out laughing okay sorry continue.)

For the first two counts of eight, you were doing pretty well. Matching each beat with the sound of your bottom colliding with his pelvis. He watches you intently as if it were you dancing. He bites his lip, holding back his own moans. 

The chorus of the song comes along and you miss a count. You try to catch up by speeding up your movements, but that just feels too good. Hyunjin tsks at you. 

“You can’t even do this correctly. How embarrassing Y/n. Is there anything you can do without my help?” Hyunjin says shaking his head as he grabs both of your arms. 

You clench around him at his words, making his tough exterior falter ever so slightly as he curses under his breath at the way you squeeze him so tightly. 

He holds your arms like handles as he repeatedly slams you back onto him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and then close tightly as he reaches deeper, continuously hitting that sweet spot inside. 

“You better open your fuckin’ eyes and watch as you take what I give you.” He says, his tongue coming out to wet his lip as he smirks mischievously. 

You flutter your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror as your mouth hangs open releasing silent moans. Who knew that being humiliated would turn you on to the point it has? You watch his face contort into concentration. Sweat pouring down his face and falling onto your lower back. 

“Hyune, just like that, please. I’m so close.” You whine. 

He tilts his head, one of his hands releasing your wrist to reach beneath you and between your thighs, rubbing you quickly.

“Oh yeah? And you think you deserve it?” He teases. 

You nod relentlessly, not even caring for his permission as you spasm around him as he lands a particularly powerful thrust. 

As he watches you come undone on him he scoffs a laugh, shaking his head before chasing his own release. 

“Mm, where’d you want it? Inside? So it drips down your thighs for everyone to see? Ah fuck, yeah I think so.” He says, small whines leaving his throat. 

He pushes your body all the way down as he now lays on top of you, rutting into you. He lifts one leg up to ground him so he can reach deeper, the rocking motion overstimulating you as you convulse around him once more. You choke out a sob, tears starting to run down your face. 

He catches your expression in the mirror, the tears streaming down and it sends him over the edge. With one final rock, he stills as his cock twitches deep inside of you. Painting your walls white deep inside. 

He rests his forehead on the back of your head. Both of you spent as the sounds of heavy breathing and the song fill the room. 

He slowly pulls out of you, both of you whining at the loss of the warmth. He rolls you over, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. 

“Y/n? Are you still with me?” He asks, glancing over your face and down your body. He sees some of his cum trailing out of you and he uses his fingers to push it back in. Fixated on the way your hole envelopes his fingers so accommodatingly. 

He only stops when he feels your hand push his chest and he chuckles lightly. 

“You know you really don’t take orders well. I think I need to train you.” He says, brushing a stray hair out of your face as you finally open your eyes and look up at him. 

He hums softly, admiring you before getting up and sorting himself out so that he is decent to the eyes of the public again. 

“Get up. That wasn’t a reward, you’re going to just have to dance with my cum running down your legs now. The quicker you get the choreography, the quicker you’ll get to shower.” Hyunjin says walking over to the laptop and restarting the song. 

He leaves you to get yourself up on wobbly arms and you smile to yourself. He should know by now that you most certainly do not put up without a fight. 

Hopefully you don’t “accidentally” mess up any more of the moves and make him belittle you again…

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[sttoru]

can we get a pervert toji? as nasty as possible :3

“ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! ”

ෆ note. yehahshsbe yeeass please i love perv!toji.. :3 actually any perv!character s my weakness hehdhen i went a little wild writing this oopsie this is so detailed ohmyogddd anyways….. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. perv!toji x female reader. somnophilia, age gap (reader early 20s, toji mid 30s), panties stealer, m! masturbation, daddy kink, implied threesome, cunnilingus, breeding (talks of pregnancy), manhandling, overstimulation, size difference, cum play, boob job, name calling (slut), cervic fucking, mating press, calls you ‘baby, little girl, doll’, uhh anyway toji’s just a big pervert who gets turned on by anything. includes compilation of seperate, small drabbles.

toji, whom you wouldn’t have guessed was a pervert of any kind at the start of your relationship. your first intimate experience with him went as expected; it was soft and slow vanilla sex. you were just getting to know each other’s preferences in bed, so for the first few times there were almost to no signs of toji’s sexual perversity. all you remember was him being the dominant one. nothing more.

but oh, there was so much more to that. it was just hidden from your view in the early stages of your relationship. you didn’t have any knowledge of what toji was doing behind your back or what his actual thoughts were during the times you’ve been intimate.

toji, whom you didn’t know wanted to get straight into business from the very beginning of your sex life; to have your wrists pinned above your head, his hips slamming into your small cunt and molding it to remember the shape of his big cock. toji needed to see your helpless body moaning, screaming, crying and drooling from underneath him. but he couldn’t achieve that just yet; he needed to take it easy on you at first—to build up the trust between you two in bed. especially because you weren’t as experienced as he was.

toji, whom could only count on his imagination to fulfil his secret desires. he does this whenever you’re staying over and are asleep in his bed next to him. the entire apartment would be dead quiet except for toji’s muffled grunts and the faint wet sounds of him jerking off underneath the blanket.

you’d be in deep slumber with your back facing him and he’ll pleasure himself at simply the sight of your body. the older man loved just how vulnerable and innocent you seemed in your sleep—leaving your figure open and accessible to his view.

the strokes on his cock would get faster each time his eyes land on the shape of your ass. toji always imagines how it’d look when he’s giving you backshots, how the fat would jiggle with each thrust or smack of his hand. he wants to see your plump ass bounce back on him and maybe even have it covered in his cum.

toji, who sometimes stops palming himself just to turn your body around to face him. that way he can have a great view of your tits and fantasise of putting his cock between them, having the pair swallow his entire length once he squeezes them together. he’s never talked to you about it, but he will one day when you’re ready to explore more kinks and stuff in the bedroom.

toji, who keeps a pair of your panties in a secret drawer. those are his special panties, aka, the ones he uses to jerk off when you’re away. he’s done the filthiest of stuff with them; he has sniffed the insides-as if the scent of your sweet cunt lingered on the fabric- he has wrapped the cloth around his thick cock and even came multiple times all over it. he always imagines it being your pussy that he spills his load in; not his fist nor the panties.

toji, whose switch gets flipped the moment you (accidentally) call him ‘daddy’ in bed. it slipped from your mouth in the heat of the moment and the older man had to stop all movements to stare down at you— the scarred corner of his lip twitching and eventually forming a full on smirk.

not only that: it was like his entire demeanour changed. toji got more arrogant, cocky, confident and especially more dominant ever since then. that slip up of yours was the reason toji decided to let go of any restraints and just fuck you like he was always meant to do: nasty, dirty and roughly.

“yeah? mhh, fuck— say that again f’me, little girl— c’mon. if ya won’t, i’ll pull out and leave y’r cunt empty, so you better hurry up.”

toji, whose libido only increases with age rather than the opposite. you’d think dating an older guy in his mid 30s would mean that he’s going to be less sexually active. well, toji was your living proof that that wasn’t the case.. at all. he gets his dick hard just by seeing a tiny bit of your cleavage, never says ‘no’ to fucking you no matter where or when and has so much stamina that he can go on until you’re passed out. sometimes you’re fucked so full of his cum to the point that it’s impossible to push it all back into you— the white liquid just keeps leaking out of your poor pussy no matter what.

it makes toji super proud whenever you’re passed out on the bed, body still twitching and quivering in your sleep whilst he finishes himself within a few more pumps. he’s proud that he still has it in him and can last way longer compared to you, who’s still young and full of energy.

“aww, poor little baby— fucked ya right to sleep, hm? c’mere.”

toji, whose secret drawer slowly piles up with raunchy pictures of you in all kinds of comprising positions. most of them are images taken from his point of view which he captures between videos. some of them are of your ass with his dick visible between your folds, others are pictures of your fucked out self— the state which toji thinks you look the most beautiful in.

his cum dripping from your cunt, your hair a mess, sweaty skin glistening under the dim light of the room, cheeks stained with your own tears; that afterglow was something toji liked to admire. that’s why keeps those memories in his drawer (but also to masturbate to them when you’re not around, of course).

toji, who’s on cloud nine whenever he gets the chance to drown your fertile womb in multiple loads of his hot cum. he was already over the moon once you told him he could hit it raw— but then you were begging him to cum in you? that man was not going to stop at just one round. that was set in stone.

the mating press is his favourite position since it allowed him to penetrate you deep— pink tip almost painfully hitting your cervix over and over again. toji also likes it because he can get to see your pretty face whenever he shoots ropes of his potent seed inside of your womb.

toji, who’d never admit it out loud, but desperately needs to see you grow a little belly full of a new life. one which you carry with you everywhere— even whilst attending your college lectures. he can’t get the image out of his head; you wearing those skintight shirts or materinity clothes that show off your swollen stomach. he’s gonna be so proud walking next to you on the streets, knowing you’re his baby mama.

“mmh, shit— gnna fuck a baby into you, yeah? haah,, wanna see you carry my child ‘round and have you be my baby mama. hmm, you’d like that? i knew you’d do, slut— i bet everyone at y’r college is gonna know who knocked you up.”

toji, who has dirty fantasies of sharing you with his agent. he’s never thought about it before, but there was one single moment that changed his mind.

shiu visited his place once to discuss a business deal and you coincidentally were over at toji’s as well. you were kind enough to serve the two men a meal while they were discussing something which you didn’t understand. you sat down and joined them anyway (much to shiu’s dismay since it was confidential information he was sharing, but toji insisted you’d stay or he won’t take on the job. he could be petty every now and then.)

toji’s mind began wandering to some dirty thoughts as he looked at you, peacefully sitting between the two men, your fingers playing with toji’s out of boredom. your lover was instantly intrigued by the idea of having you sandwiched between shiu and him—your holes stuffed with two cocks at the same time. or just you sucking toji off while shiu was pounding your tight pussy. that alone made toji’s dick twitch in his pants.

once shiu was gone, toji wasted no time and pinned you against the wall near the front door— kicking his sweatpants and underwear away whilst his calloused fingers pulled your panties to the side;

“c’mere, lemme put that cunt to use— did y’know how close i was to jus’ fuckin’ you right in front of him? to let him see how good of a girl you can be f’me? mhmm, might even call him back so he join us.”

toji, who eats pussy like an absolute madman. he’s obsessed with eating you out and making it messy—his spit and your body fluids are always all over his lips, chin and cheeks when he’s done with you. one moment you’re chilling on the couch in your shorts and in the next you’re arching your back as toji’s head was nestled between your thighs.

he’d moan and grunt against you, his voice creating vibrations against your cunt which only adds to the pleasure that his mouth and tongue were giving you. toji’s nose would rub against your wet folds, his big hands holding your thighs apart while his tongue was lapping up all that it could. he definitely sniffs your pussy as well from time to time;

“mmm— aw, gonna cum already? do it, wanna taste you so bad, wanna see you cum all over my tongue. c’mon, you can do it—mhmmm, yes you can. do it for me, doll. cum for daddy. give it to him.”

[noearchives]

things that you do that make his heart skip a beat!

characters: portgas d. ace, sabo, trafalgar d. water law, sanji.

note: you ever get that feeling when your heart feels like it fell out of your ribcage when the person you like does Something . yeah

cw/ tags: gender neutral reader, short drabbles, fluff ^_^

portgas d. ace

when you say "i love you" out loud.

- it's simple, yet it makes his heart stop every time you say it. many people throw around those three words like it meant nothing at all, but to him, it weighs heavier than the entire world.

- when you say it out loud to his face, he immediately beams brighter than the sun.

- he'll never get tired of how those three words roll of your tongue-- it's a reminder of how you love him and him only, out of everyone else on this planet.

- even if the whole world's against him, you still chose him.

- "say it again," he says, the glint in his eyes like a puppy's.

- when you do, he lets out a chuckle and wraps you in his arms, squishing the air out of your lungs as his cheeks turn warm.

- "oh, i love you. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou," he mumbles into your neck.

sabo

when your fingers accidentally brush against his.

- god, it makes him feel so stupid because you've been together for a while now, and it's silly to get so flustered over something so minor. what is he, 12?

- but whenever the two of you reach for the same pen at the same time and your fingers overlap his during the process, the way you giggle as you say "whoops, sorry about that" makes his poor little heart flutter.

- the effects only double if it happens when the both of you are on a mission together with the rest of the revolutionaries.

- he's supposed to be professional and serious, but when your hand brushes against his when you walk side-by-side, he feels like he has to drop everything he's doing to kiss you silly.

- oh, darling, how can you do something so scandalous as such in front of your fellow coworkers...

- he fights against every fibre of his being to not hold your hand right then and there. it's like torture to him!

trafalgar d. water law

when you bandage his wounds.

- most of the time, even when he says he's alright and he can handle it on his own, you insist on helping him bandage his wounds and take care of him until he's healed.

- he was forced to mature too early when he was a wee child, and he's been taking care of himself ever since-- there's no time nor place for him to be gently cared for.

- so when your mind is focused on nothing but his wounds, delicate fingers wrapping him up as if every movement is calculated to make it hurt the least, his heart melts right there in his ribcage.

- "sorry- did i press too hard?" the look of worry in your eyes is so adorable. he might just pretend that it actually hurt so he can see the knot between your brows tighten more as you apologise frantically.

- not to mention the way you unintentionally stick the tip of your tongue out as you focus on taking care of him is so goddamn adorable. he would tease you with a kiss if not for the fractures in his bones.

- your cool fingertips on his skin makes his entire body tingle. thank god he doesn't have a monitor showing how fast his heart is beating right now.

sanji

when you hug him from behind his back.

- his favourite love language is definitely physical touch...

- when you catch him off guard when he's busy cooking for the crew, he feels like he just ascended to heaven.

- the way your arms rest so perfectly around his waist, the way your face is buried in his back, the way that you smile at him when he turns his head around...

- it just feels so domestic! it's like everything he's fantasized about when he was younger, with him cooking on a casual friday afternoon, with the love of his life behind him saying something like "mmm, love, that smells so good..."

- this is all he's ever wanted. him doing his favourite thing (cooking), with his favourite person (you), in his favourite place (the thousand sunny).

- it makes him think of a future with you in it.

- he bites his tongue to hold himself back from saying "let's get married right now."

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Hi this is my first time doing this, I love your Christmas series, I thought of this idea yesterday- pre poly Task force 141 × reader where Ghost, Price and Gaz come to base late at night from a mission while reader and Soap are asleep, they come to base and see reader walking to Soaps room groggy with a pillow, and when asked, they say that Soap snores too loud so they will hit him with the pillow to shut him up.( maybe add a little reaction to them seeing reader wearing shorts and a tank top)

Thank you for sending in this ask. It's such a cute idea!! I hope you like what I wrote.

(Oh btw my blog can be quite dark with my other series, it would be much appreciated if you had 18+ or age in your bio so I know not to block you accidentally)

Sleepy

Pre poly 141 x GN Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight ideation to murder soap in his sleep because he snores like a horse, jealous Gaz, 141 ogling reader in sleep wear nothing too explicit though, sorry if I missed any. This is mostly just fluff though.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated 💋

Holiday drabble

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The rumble of the engine finally came to a stop. Price, Ghost and Gaz just arrived back on base after an excruciating intel mission. At least it was successful and with minimal injuries. They just needed to shower and decompress for a while in order to recover. Obviously no one was looking forward to the debrief the next morning, it meant they couldn't sleep in. They all file out of the humvee groaning out their grievances to the chilly night air, their breaths condensing into clouds due to the cold.

Price's muscles were killing him after that nasty fall from the second story. But he had wiped their servers of all the information they needed. Which he was happy about. He stretches and groans, hearing his joints pop from sitting in one position too long. He rolls his arms trying to get the knot out of his shoulders, while the other two do the same. They walk the hallways in silence hoping to get to their respective beds as soon as possible. It looked like no one was in the mood to share a bed tonight for obvious reasons.

“It's so unfair that Soap got to spend the last three days with them while we were busting our asses off”, Gaz groaned. He was the most annoyed by the mission arrangement. Especially since he was only just getting closer to you after your near-death experience. He was becoming more and more infatuated with you by the day. So much so that petty arguments were breaking out when one of the other boys spent too much time near you for Gaz's liking. He didn't complain as long as he was paired with you for almost everything.

“You know it's not like that, they were also working whilst we were away. He's probably driving them mad anyway. You know they have a special place for you in their heart”, Price countered. Soap and you were left on base since you two were gathering intel for an upcoming mission. It required a lot of attention so it was decided that you and Soap would stay behind to work on it.

“Obviously I'm their favourite…why wouldn't I be?…I treat them the best..”, Gaz continues to grumble quietly to himself. The other two men can't help but chuckle to themselves. He needed to learn how to share better. Eventually they turn the corner to their private barracks only to find you standing in front of Soaps door in the darkly lit hallway. It was jarring at first since they weren't expecting anyone awake at this time. You almost gave them a heart attack just standing there menacingly. You resemble the ghost with the way your hair was messed up and your clothes were rumpled. Were you sleep walking?

You hadn't noticed them yet, too occupied with staring daggers into Soap’s door while clutching a pillow to your chest. You looked groggy and had your lips situated in an angry pout. Everyone stood not knowing what to do. Price read somewhere you weren't supposed to wake someone who sleepwalks, that it was better to gently get them back into bed. But you looked like you wanted to murder someone. Just as Price is about to move to gently get to you a horrible sound rings out throughout the hallway. A sound akin to jammed chainsaw. A sound that was unmistakably Soaps loud snoring.

“I'm going murder him!”, you shout out, stomping your feet. The men flinch slightly at your outburst but it was a funny sight. Definitely welcomed after their exhausting mission, they try hard to keep their laughter contained.

“Who are ya plannin on murderin?”, you yelp and turn towards Ghosts deep manchester accent hastily hiding your would be murder weapon behind your back. In doing so your chest gets pushed out slightly highlighting your tight tank top with your equally tight short shorts. The fabric clinged to your figure giving the men quite a nice eyeful as you fumble with your words.

“Y-your back, so soon? W-we were expecting you tomorrow morning. Me? I-I wasn't doing anything. I was just going to have a friendly?..yeah friendly chat with Soap. I-I wasn't going to suffocate him promise!…though I could..I definitely could…b-but I wasn't going to do it..promise..m-maybe just smack him a little that's all. I haven't been able to sleep since you guys left…”, they watch you with amusement as you stutter, getting all your excuses out while the men try to hold their laughter in. Obviously they knew you wouldn't harm him seriously, you probably just wanted to hit him with the pillow to get him to shut up so you could sleep. Such an adorable thing you were with your pillow now clutched to your chest as you mumbles your frustration into it. It was a shame the pillow hid all the things they wanted to see but that was ok, they knew this wasn't going to be the only time they saw you in your sleepwear. Especially since they were growing closer to you. But that didn't change the fact everyone needed sleep right now including you. You looked ready to topple over.

Gaz is the first to move as he laughs openly at your antics. He envelops you in a bear hug while trying to get you out of your sour mood. “Come sleep in my bed. I'll put some white noise on so you can't hear him, I'll even make you some tea so you can settle down”, you whine in his hold telling him you've already tried that. Ghost walks by petting your head suggesting wearing ear plugs but you just shake your head into the pillow as you hear him enter his room bidding everyone goodnight. Another earth shaking snore rings out from Soaps room making you groan out in frustration. None of the other men minded Soaps snoring since they were so used to it. They also had their own methods of dealing with the noise. Ghost wore ear plugs but didn't mind the noise most days. Gaz used white noise and the captain was fortunate enough to have his room further away beside his office for easy access.

“Come sleep in my bed tonight sweetheart, you won't be able to hear him there”, Gaz lets you go to pout angrily at his Captain and lover. Price just smirks at him, it was fair game when it came to you. No rules or boundaries were established yet. He'll have to make it up to him later.

“Really? Is that ok captain…?”, you look at him hopefully with your droopy eyes.

“Of course..I need my soldiers in tip top shape. Run along now make yourself comfortable while I chat with Gaz”, you do exactly that after saying goodnight, probably extremely relieved you wouldn't lose another day of sleep. Gaz continues pouting as Price kisses him goodnight.

“Better luck next time love”, Price chuckles to himself as he hears Gaz groan and mutter to himself as he enters his room.

Walking in Price finds you fast asleep, curled up comfortably in the far end of the bed. You must have been really tired. He smiles to himself as he strips quietly to go shower off all the dirt and grime from the mission. Once he's finally scrubbed clean and smelling like his favourite body wash he gently climbs into bed making sure not to wake you. The soft bed is forgiving towards his sore muscles and even better yet that it has a soft body to keep him warm throughout the night. For a second he watches your gentle breathing before getting comfortable and pulling the duvet over you both.

Price is a gentleman..most days.. so he stays by his side but it seems your sleep deprived mind has other ideas because you curl against him the second he's beside you. You were basically treating him like a warm teddy bear, not the Price minded. He just needed to not focus on what you were wearing or else he wasn't getting any sleep tonight. You're probably too deep in sleep to realise what you were doing anyway. Such a feisty kitten you were when you were all tired and grumpy. He watches you move and get comfortable by placing your cheek on his chest as he settles into bed properly and wrapping his arms around you.

You'd do nicely as another addition to their relationship. He knew the boys were growing to love you more and more as the days went by. To the point that jealousy was being felt if anyone apart from them tried gaining your attention. The only question was how to approach the topic? You weren't the brightest when it came to things of this nature and they didn't want to scare or pressure you into anything. But that was a problem for another day. For tonight he was going to enjoy your warmth to the fullest.

“Our grumpy little sunshine, we'll make you ours just wait a little longer”, with that whispered into the darkness Price places a gentle kiss on your forehead before falling asleep as well.

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Nats nudes accidentally

Authors note: Just in case you didn't see, you can now buy me a coffee/commission something. See this post for more info 🥰

Authors note 2.0: trying out a new thing with a drabble series

Word count: 803

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   A while ago, Tony had been feeling generous and had offered to update everyone's personal computers. And Nat was definitely in need of an upgrade, she was still using the old laptop she was first given when she joined SHIELD years ago. It still ran, which she was grateful for, but it did lack speed and some other niceties. So she took him up on said offer.

   Which is why she now finds herself sitting at her desk with two laptops in front of her while she transfers over her multitude of files and data. It's a bit of a tedious task to go back through everything and find out what is actually worth keeping, what's important and what can be trashed before she hands it back over to Hill, but in the end it’ll be worth it. 

   She's just finishing up now, sending over the last few miscellaneous things. But what she hadn’t realized was that she had not selected her new computer as a transfer location this time, but had selected your computer. Likely unnoticed because she had forgotten about even connecting her laptop to yours during your last mission, and because her eyesight was beginning to get strained after so many hours of sitting here. Regardless, off they went, and she was none the wiser

   Meanwhile you're just returning to your desk from a much needed break when you see the file transfer notification light up. This confuses you, as you hadn’t asked anyone to send anything over, nor had anyone told you to expect anything. But since you apparently have some more things to attend to, you sit back down and open the file. This proves to be of little help however, because nothing is labeled. All you know is that it contains several documents and one picture. 

   You decide to open the picture first, as it would hopefully not require reading. It's clearly been taken in a dimly lit room so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkened screen to discern anything, but soon enough you're greeted with the side profile of a naked woman. This confuses you even more, but you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away. And that's how you spot it, a small scar to the left of the belly button

   “Oh my god!” you exclaim as you register who you're seeing, and you quickly close the tab

   Your hands start sweating as you wrack your brain for a rational explanation. You knew Nat was a playful flirt, the two of you did so all the time. But to send an explicit picture, unprompted, and by file transfer at that, just didn’t make sense. That's when you remembered the other contents of the file, and you quickly skim through them to see if they would be of any help piecing things together. When you discover that they are just after mission reports and weapons specs your hunch of it being unintentional is confirmed. Now, you just had to figure out what to do about it

   A few minutes later, you're standing outside the redhead's door as anxiety bubbles inside you. But you fight through it and knock. 

   “Come in!”

   She's turned enough in her desk chair to see who's entering and a wide smile spreads across her face as she registers that it's you. You feel guilty now, because you have a feeling your demeanor and what you have to say will cause that smile to falter, but you need to do this. Afterall, you’d want someone to be forthcoming if they received something like this of you.

   “Uh, hi Nat” 

   She notices your nervousness, but sets aside the observation for now “Hey Y/n, what's up?”

    “I think you accidentally sent me a few of your things during that last file transfer”

   “Oh, shit. Sorry about that, I’ve been at this for a few hours now and I guess I hit yours by mistake” she explains, “I didn’t even realize we were still connected”

   “Neither had I. But Nat, there was a picture of you among the documents”

   “Yeah? I hope it was a good one at least” she jokes, not realizing what you were trying to say. You're silent for a moment too long however, because she fully turns her chair to look at you, with her brows furrowed with worry, “Y/n, what's wrong with the picture?”

   “Nothings wrong with it!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically when you think about what's yet to come, “It's just that, well…. You're naked”

   Her face turns a shade of pink you’d never seen before, and her head swims with insecurities and nervousness. But she manages to bring out an air of confidence and gives you a sultry smirk

  “So, answer the question. Was it a good picture?”

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[saerins]

[ ೀ pucker up, buttercup | itoshi sae ]

ೀ content: female reader, fluff, sae and reader are adults, pet names (sae’s choice of words are stupid/idiot, calls reader ‘my girl’), alcohol, slightly suggestive at the end. | wc 1.5k | notes: okay did a very quick drabble for sae for christmas !! merry christmas to you guys <3

ೀ summary: being sae’s girlfriend is tough. there’s a lot of things he can’t make time for, and unfortunately this time, it’s you. but somehow, he always pulls through.

it’s christmas eve and you’re at your company function, looking at the fruits of your hard labour.

the event hall is decked with christmas decorations; stockings lining the walls and corresponding to different names for everyone’s secret santa to gift accordingly, christmas lights surrounding every table, everyone getting their fair share of the catering you’d arranged.

“this is amazing,” your boss gushes as she excitedly throws her arms around you. she’s only a few years older than you, so it’s not all too surprising that she’s always super friendly with you.

“relax on the alcohol, okay?” you joke with her, smelling the liquor already.

she pouts at you, batting her eyelashes. “oh c’mon, are you still upset that your boyfriend couldn’t make it for christmas?”

you sigh, though you keep a strong front, smiling through it. being the private girlfriend of an international soccer superstar is tough; he has to miss holidays and special occasions and more often than not you can’t even get your calls through because he’s just that busy. you’d been excited for this year’s christmas though, because he had said he’d be able to fly back home this time.

but as it turns out, his manager—who so happens to love overworking him—has other plans. so all of that excitement just went down the drain. still, what else can you say to him other than good luck with it? you knew being his girlfriend was going to be tough, but it’s starting to take a toll after feeling like you barely exist in his world.

still, you stare at the message he last sent you.

i love you.

and you go soft. soft, because you know he means it. soft, because despite everything, you believe in the man you fell in love with. the one who gave you your first kiss back in high school, the one who’s so awkward that even initiating to hold hands last time had his entire face beet red. the one who never fails to assure you that in spite of the distance, he’s always still thinking of you.

you fiddle with your necklace, the promise ring sae gave you when you were back in high school sitting around your neck like it always has.

in between all the long distance arguments and the time differences and the i miss you, wish you were here with me, you still find yourself hopelessly in love with itoshi sae. even when your friends say they can’t imagine being in your shoes, even when numerous tabloids love to put models or athletes as your competition, you know there’s still no one else you’d rather be with than him.

“i’m fine, really,” you assure your boss, prying her off of you and then adjusting her so her arm is around your shoulder as you lead her to her stocking. “here, why don’t you busy yourself and see what your secret santa got you?”

you really just want to distract your boss so she wouldn’t accidentally end up throwing you a pity party. all you want to do today is to make it through it, spend the first hour of christmas day rounding up the party and then get home and sleep your day away. it’ll distract you from the absence of your boyfriend anyway.

as you watch your boss happily open up whatever’s in her stocking, you wonder if your secret santa got you anything. (of course, some secret santas are dicks and end up not getting their person anything.) so count yourself lucky when you open up your stocking to find both a gift and a card.

amused, you rip the card out of its envelope, your heart skipping a beat when you see that inside of it, there’s a picture of you and sae as high school kids, beside each other, his face deadpan while you’re grinning from ear to ear, resting your head against his shoulder. the message reads: i love you so much it’s stupid.

you’re still in shock but you open up the little gift box, maroon with a green bow on it. when you see what’s inside, you can’t help but chuckle.

holding it above you, under the light, you can see the words hey, stupid engraved on the side of the fake mistletoe before feeling a warm pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, cold lips catching you off guard as they press themselves against yours.

it fills you up inside, takes all the weight off your shoulders. you’ll recognise him anywhere, without having to look or hear, the way his lips feel against yours, how he holds you gently against him, laughing softly against your lips as you pull him closer to you by the collar.

never in your wildest dreams did you expect to see your boyfriend in japan, let alone at your work party of all places, and now here you both are, kissing under the mistletoe.

“woah relax there,” he teases you, pulling away but still holding you close.

he’s here, he’s actually here. his hair’s in a mess, and there are circles under his eyes, but he’s smiling. he’s smiling at you and he’s here with you and you don’t even feel the tears forming in your eyes because you’re too busy relishing in the moment.

“itoshi sae,” you call out to him, your hands patting on his body, his black coat and his scarf are real and he’s here—he’s really here. “i thought you were too busy to come back…”

how long has it been now since you’d last seen him? a year? perhaps longer? he’s been so busy nowadays that you wondered at one point if he would even come back to you at all.

sae sighs, holding your cheeks in his hands as he presses his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry,” he says tensely, shaking his head slightly. “i was away for so long, and i just…” his teal eyes stare into yours, both your eyelashes dancing against one another. “i missed you, and i just wanted to see you.”

you’re laughing in disbelief, still holding him close because you’re just that afraid that this’ll all be an illusion that might soon slip away. “and they just let you off like that? that simple?”

he presses his lips into a firm line, averting his gaze. “let’s just say that they weren’t happy about it but i’m the important one, so…” he smiles, genuinely, putting an arm around. “they don’t have a choice but to let me come home to see my girl.”

turns out, he’d called in a favour to your boss, asked her about christmas plans because he knew from your texts that you were in charge of putting it all together. and then he asked her to put the gifts in your stocking. and you laugh hearing about it, because you’re thinking of how your life could’ve gone a totally different way. you could’ve gotten into a relationship with someone else who wouldn’t do this much for you, wouldn’t make time for you, wouldn’t travel across the world and put their own things down all in the name of meeting you.

“what’re you thinking about, stupid?”

you look into his eyes, shaking your head. “nothing, it’s nothing, i just- i love you, itoshi sae.” you smile, and sae smiles too because he loves how your smile reaches your eyes. and he loves being the reason you smile so he’s going to keep being that—and he makes a promise to himself to make you happy for life. but maybe that’s a gesture for next time. right now, he just wants to spend the rest of the holidays with you.

the clock strikes twelve, and he steals the mistletoe from you, holding it up between the two of you again, wincing from how cheesy it is after he does it, earning a chuckle from you.

“merry christmas, idiot.” and he kisses you again, long and slow and completely oblivious to everyone else that’s there who are staring and clapping—half of them still in awe that the itoshi sae is here and half of them in shock after putting two and two together that he’s your special guy.

“so, you’re gonna be here till new years’?” you ask in between kisses.

sae nods, “at least, why?”

you grin, pulling him by the belt as you lead him out of the event hall. “think it’s time we get home and just spend it between the two of us, yeah?”

sae laughs, letting you drag him along, wondering whether by this time next year, will he be lucky enough to call you his wife?

but when he sees that promise ring he gifted you still nestling snug around your neck, he has no doubt. you’re each other’s for life. and you’re worth every single risk he has to take.